A part of Sebastian knew it when he finally let go of trying to convince Blaine to let him come visit. When he let go of trying to convince Blaine not to go get wasted at the bar he only put himself at low enough standards to visit. Blaine was different, and that wasn’t the usual way he handled these types of things. Sebastian had always seemed to be the more irresponsible one in the friendship in that sense. Blaine was a good guy.
So it was only right before he was about to spend time (time that would be spent with a mind full of thoughts) with his brother at last after some thinking that he received the text. The text he made Blaine promise he’d send if he needed his help, and god dammit he was glad he did now. Only when Sebastian got it, it seemed a little more concerning than he could of imagined.
Did Blaine let some guy do things to him that he didn’t fully condone to because he was drunk and alone, not knowing what he was getting into at all? Did his drink get drugged? Fuck, he hoped not. The idea of that put a raging pump of anger and frustration through every bone in Sebastian’s body (an emotional response that came with so many more questions).
But Sebastian only did one thing: Rushed to his car as fast as he could and got his ass over to Scandals. Usually, to go see Blaine he spent so much time in front of the mirror asking himself if he looked his best but now was different. Completely opposite. This was an emergency. Scandals was a painfully long drive. Every second anxious thoughts intruded his ability to drive as smoothly as usual. At least Blaine had mentioned he was outside on the bench.
Pulling in to the parking lot of the shabby gay bar, headlights shined on none other than a sleepy and highly intoxicated looking Blaine Anderson, Hell, he’d seen the boy wasted a few times but during all those times he just became the human embodiment of a party. This was different. Sebastian didn’t even park, just hopped out his car after yanking the keys out and aiding to Blaine almost instantly. Seb sits down next to him on the bench. “Blaine.” He shakes his arm all while feeling in the boy’s pocket to see if he had his phone still (he did). “Buddy-- you have to work with me. We gotta get you back to my house, okay? We need to get you some food and water and make sure you aren’t too fucked up.” Another shake and he hopes to god Blaine is just out from drunkenness.
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